Flatland: A Romance of Many DimensionsAbbott, Edwin Abbott
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Flatland: A Romance of Many Dimensions
Abbott, Edwin Abbott
Fourth dimension
Raising his voice, he now summoned the guards. “Arrest the policemen;
gag them. You know your duty.” After he had consigned to their fate the
wretched policemen—ill-fated and unwilling witnesses of a State-secret
which they were not to be permitted to reveal—he again addressed the
Counsellors. “My Lords, the business of the Council being concluded, I
have only to wish you a happy New Year.” Before departing, he
expressed, at some length, to the Clerk, my excellent but most
unfortunate brother, his sincere regret that, in accordance with
precedent and for the sake of secrecy, he must condemn him to perpetual
imprisonment, but added his satisfaction that, unless some mention were
made by him of that day’s incident, his life would be spared.
§ 19 How, though the Sphere shewed me other mysteries of Spaceland, I
still desire more; and what came of it
When I saw my poor brother led away to imprisonment, I attempted to
leap down into the Council Chamber, desiring to intercede on his
behalf, or at least bid him farewell. But I found that I had no motion
of my own. I absolutely depended on the volition of my Guide, who said
in gloomy tones, “Heed not thy brother; haply thou shalt have ample
time hereafter to condole with him. Follow me.”
Once more we ascended into space. “Hitherto,” said the Sphere, “I have
shewn you naught save Plane Figures and their interiors. Now I must
introduce you to Solids, and reveal to you the plan upon which they are
constructed. Behold this multitude of moveable square cards. See, I put
one on another, not, as you supposed, Northward of the other, but _on_
the other. Now a second, now a third. See, I am building up a Solid by
a multitude of Squares parallel to one another. Now the Solid is
complete, being as high as it is long and broad, and we call it a
Cube.”
[Illustration]
“Pardon me, my Lord,” replied I; “but to my eye the appearance is as of
an Irregular Figure whose inside is laid open to view; in other words,
methinks I see no Solid, but a Plane such as we infer in Flatland; only
of an Irregularity which betokens some monstrous criminal, so that the
very sight of it is painful to my eyes.”
“True,” said the Sphere; “it appears to you a Plane, because you are
not accustomed to light and shade and perspective; just as in Flatland
a Hexagon would appear a Straight Line to one who has not the Art of
Sight Recognition. But in reality it is a Solid, as you shall learn by
the sense of Feeling.”
He then introduced me to the Cube, and I found that this marvellous
Being was indeed no Plane, but a Solid; and that he was endowed with
six plane sides and eight terminal points called solid angles; and I
remembered the saying of the Sphere that just such a Creature as this
would be formed by the Square moving, in Space, parallel to himself:
and I rejoiced to think that so insignificant a Creature as I could in
some sense be called the Progenitor of so illustrious an offspring.
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